Although Wen Chou was responsible for organizing and training the militia, if according to Yuan Shu, the weapons and equipment were definitely not inferior to the regular second-level army, and he had also transformed into the top officer of the 10,000 regular army, how could he not be excited.
"Okay, let's get ready~"
"No~"
After all three people left, only Yuan Shu and Linglong were left in the hall.
"Master, do you really want this?"
Linglong asked Yuan Shu while exhaling like a blue breath while rubbing Yuan Shu's shoulders.
"It must be like this. You don't know how terrifying these two people are. If they are really used by the enemy, the consequences will not be acceptable to me."
Yuan Shu couldn't help but shook his head. There were so many heroes in the Three Kingdoms, including Zhou Gongjin with a feather fan and silk turban, Zhuge Liang was one of three people in the world, Guo Fengxiao was a peerless genius, Xun Wenruo was a talented king, Pang Shiyuan was as talented as the sky, and Jia Wenhe, a poisonous warlock, was good at ingenious schemes and filial piety. , Human flesh for food, Cheng Zhongde, resourceful Chen Gongtai, and so on, these great men fascinate and frighten him. Now he can only pray that these people will not be touched by him. If he seizes the opportunity, he will not be afraid of them. Obedience is a killing word, and no one can stop yourself.
"Young master, don't worry. You are now famous all over the world, and you are a newly crowned prince. Coupled with the prestige of the Yuan family, I believe that Tian Feng and Ju Shou will naturally come happily to help you achieve a great cause."
Seeing the fear and worry in Yuan Shu's heart, Linglong couldn't help but hugged his neck and let Yuan Shu's head rest on her body.
Feeling the warmth behind him, Yuan Shu's heart relaxed, and his fear of the future eased a little. His eyelids relaxed, and he snored unconsciously.
Looking at Yuan Shu, who was sleeping soundly like a child, his exquisite eyes were full of joy, and the two of them cuddled together like this until night.
Yuan Shu stretched out and felt that he had a really comfortable sleep. He had not had a good night's sleep since he traveled through time. Looking at Linglong who was sleeping with his arms around him, he couldn't help but be startled, and then he thought about himself. Shaked his head.
Hey~
He gently picked up Linglong, put her on the bed in the inner room, and left gently. Just after Yuan Shu left, a line of crystal tears flowed from the corners of Linglong's eyes.
Hearing the chickens dancing and practicing as the sun rose, Yuan Shu stretched his muscles in the courtyard and then walked outside the prefect's house. Today was the first day of the militia's recruitment, and he also wanted to see how capable Wen Chou was.
The recruitment of the militia was at the former county soldiers' camp, which was not far from the prefect's mansion. Yuan Shu arrived there in a short time.
Looking at the crowded crowd in front of him, Yuan Shu could not help but utter a curse word. This person was probably no less generous than the people at the Nanjing Confucius Temple Fair, and looking at the distance, there were people coming here one after another.
After a lot of effort, he finally squeezed in, but looking at the white-haired old man and the young man with uncropped hair, he couldn't help but frown.
As he continued to move forward with the team, he wanted to see how the famous Wen Chou would deal with these people.
After walking for almost a quarter of an hour, Yuan Shu finally walked to the front of the camp. He saw that the door was full of soldiers. They stood upright and energetic, and there was a blood energy emanating from their bodies. At first glance, they were veterans who had experienced life-and-death battles.
"Uncle Zhang, you are too old and do not meet your age requirements. We have prepared porridge and rice over there. Come and have a bowl and then go home."
"Little one, you are too young and you are not qualified. Go and help Uncle Zhang drink porridge together. After you finish drinking, go home to your mother as soon as possible."
"Brother, you are too fat. Let's wait until you lose some weight."
"Brother, you are too thin, go back and replenish your weight and try again."
Seeing those who did not meet the conditions for conscription being eliminated one by one, Yuan Shu put his heart in his stomach.
"Master, why are you here~"
The person in charge of the door was none other than Yuan Ping, the private horseman of the Yuan family who came with Yuan Shu.
"Shh, don't make any noise, I'll just go in and take a look~"
Stopping Yuan Ping from kneeling down, Yuan Shu just wanted to go in quietly and see how Wen Chou was training his troops.
"Okay, Master, this is your license plate. If you take this, someone will arrange for you to do the test."
Knowing Yuan Shu's purpose of coming, Yuan Ping naturally did not dare to spoil his interest and directly took a number plate and handed it to him.
"二三五8"
This also means that 2357 people have entered before Yuan Shu. This efficiency is very good, but I don’t know how many people can really stay.
Entering the camp calmly, the huge military camp playground was filled with various training equipment. There were ten stone locks to test strength. The smallest one weighed thirty kilograms, and the largest one weighed a thousand kilograms.
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Beside the stone lock are a series of hard bows, the lowest is three dou, the highest is one stone. You must know that strong bows with more than two stones are very rare. Anyone in the army who can draw a one-stone strong bow is considered a great strongman.
Already.
Next to the bow are sand platforms of the same size, and there are two people fighting in each sand platform.
The training of the ancient army is completely different from that of the modern army. The most basic ones are stone locks, stakes, bows and knives, as well as the most basic techniques of hand-to-hand combat and cornering.
The art of hand-to-hand combat is an unarmed fighting art similar to modern boxing, while the art of cornering is similar to modern wrestling.
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Suddenly, a tall young man caught Yuan Shu's attention. This man was nearly nine feet tall, like an iron pillar. According to modern people, he was two meters tall. Such a strong man would be tall and tall no matter where he was.
its conspicuous presence.
The person opposite the strong man was at least eight feet tall, with a handsome face and a rather scholarly attitude. He was not afraid at all when facing a giant opponent.
"You are no match for me~"
The strong man glanced at his opponent, and his thunderous voice exploded into the sky.
"You don't have the final say on who your opponent is. Do you really think you're more powerful just because you're taller? Punch me first~"
Unexpectedly, the opponent did not appreciate it at all. Instead, he rushed out with a sword step and attacked the strong man.
"Punch me~"
The strong man didn't hesitate and punched straight through with his fist as big as a casserole.
Bang ~
There was a loud noise, like muffled thunder, and both of them stepped back. The Confucian scholar took three steps back, and the strong man took two and a half steps back using his weight and stopped.
"Big guy, you have a lot of strength~ Why don't you go grind~"
"Little man, I see that you are not very strong but you are not small. You should do it yourself~"
The two of them each glanced at their opponent. Although they didn't say anything, they were confused in their hearts as to which kind of immortal the opponent was.
"I don't know if it's a stretch or not, but it's more than enough to beat you."
The strong man kicked off his legs, creating a big hole in the sand, and then like a tank, he fiercely rushed towards the Confucian scholar.
“Well done~”
The Confucian scholar was not surprised. He stepped with strange steps and twisted his body to get out of the way of the strong man's attack. Then he changed his fist into a finger and pointed at the strong man's waist.
"Hey~"
Seeing the Confucian scholar attacking with his sword, the strong man suddenly grabbed it with his backhand.
The Confucian scholar's eyes flashed, his fingers turned into claws, and he pecked hard like a crane.
